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Sunday, December 25, 2016

As I write this it's Christmas Day. The house is quiet. The wife is in the middle of a two day shift, my son is exchanging gifts at his girlfriend's house, my daughter is in Atlanta, and I'm here alone. Just me and my grand-dog, who is asleep in my daughter's old room on the bed.

Exciting, huh?

First of all, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, however you celebrate.

I've been binge-watching House of Cards to pass the time, but unlike many of you, I can only take so many episodes of something at one time. I'll watch them all eventually, but not at a 12-hour marathon. Can't do that. My daughter can do it for seemingly days on end but I can't unfortunately.

THE EASTLANDER CHRONICLES is due out soon. We're waiting on the cover and I have to proof the final galley before it hits the printer. I'm planning a sequel, if the response is good.

Being alone this weekend has given me a chance to reflect on the many blessings I have encountered the past year. I have so much to be thankful for and part of that is you, dear readers. Thank you for all of your support. It is truly appreciated.

May your 2017 be prosperous and overflowing with happiness. All my best.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

"My wife made a crucial difference during those two years I spent teaching at Hampden (and washing sheets at New Franklin Laundry during the summer vacation). If she had suggested that the time I spent writing stories...was wasted time, I think a lot of the heart would have gone out of me. Tabby never voiced a single doubt, however. Her support was a constant, one of the few good things I could take as a given. And whenever I see a first novel dedicated to a wife (or husband), I smile and think there's someone who knows. Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don't have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough."--Stephen King, On Writing

Amen, Mr. King.

My wife, Lisa, is a CNA specializing in home health care. She deals with sick people, dying people, paralyzed people. During the years that I was trying to put a sentence together she never discouraged me, never said that maybe I needed to take up underwater basket weaving. She, like Tabitha King, just believed. And John Logan was born after a lot of work.

Whatever success I have, I owe partially to her because I would have probably given up a long time ago otherwise.